"...How sure are we that we're all speaking different languages? Because I'm pretty sure Sparkle Party's Irish, and we all apparently use similar money. I think that we're all 'vampires' and you're some weird thing that's translating wrong."

"Nah, I was calling you Sparkle Party because it's funny. I can stop. Anyway, Lydia, I'm glad you are now a more comfortable special snowflake. I could probably turn myself into a bat if that's the issue at hand, but I'm not 100% sure I could turn myself back, so... probably not doing that."

"The door disappears sometimes. The bar says it usually doesn't trap people more than a couple days," Leekath says to the nervous girl. "And yes, the translation magic here is awful, it thinks we're all vampires, I'm speaking Leraal not English when I say that so it's clearly incorrect."

"Well, there's too many different kinds of vampires already to get all hung up on terminology, I think. I mean, there's what, four different kinds? Seven if you count all the houses of the White Court."

The girl flinches at the mention of her species. The corpse glares. "Oh, would you stop cowering? I'm not going to kill you, I'm occupied with other things. Besides, there's witnesses. And we've never met. I'm not Drakul, I don't kill people for existing."

"I know from short," says Maggie, who is indeed pretty short, "and you are lying."

"I make neat tidy punctures in my fiancé's neck with his enthusiastic permission and I drink a bit and then I perform a blood-replenishing working so I don't have to wait three weeks between feedings or go to other sources," says Leekath.

"No, I don't," says Leekath, "and I never have, either, and I'm very annoyed that this translation spell thinks I belong in a category with people who do, and I've been criticized more than enough about marrying food by my family members already and don't welcome more of it."

"Oh, thank goodness," says Leekath. "That you don't kill people. I'm less clear on whether I should be pleased about the rest of it. My sister's a hairdresser but as far as I know all she gets out of it is dressed hair."

"The White Court don't do anything with blood at all," explains Leo. "They're all about emotions. Lust and intimacy, in this case, or so I'd imagine from that description. I'm sure your parents are very proud of their little vegan. Or, no, what's the opposite of that, horribly ashamed. Horribly ashamed of their little vegan."